Memories break you to debris,
Freezes you to your least,
Keeping you alive still for the fees,
Pale, poison and trauma even when you feast,
A paradise won't matter with one hunting beast,
living in present nature and future fantasy,
Yet, fear lingers destroying every built intimacy,
blocks every inch of free soul into sodomy,
spiritual anatomy as thin as brain surgery,
kicks back every now and then without a jury,
Lost and confusing, creating the sceptical me,
Puzzling my priorities, leading to brighter or bury.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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